Cherrypicked stories

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Whalebone

The west’s prevailing onshore winds have finally fleshed your ribs with the coarseness of limestone, granite and quartz, a curling cavern scrimshawed only by travelling
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Co-Op Live Art Fiasco

Stick the empty bottle up my bum.
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Lonie75

more funerals. need to add a wedding soon.
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Lokis

To think, your births wound up predicting how you would both be in life...
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Chocolate Petals

Tourmaline in pink and blue decorated your fingers.
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Night Bus Home

Anyone who's rode the night bus home should understand....
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Song of the Big Belly Oak

Slipping from beneath the sheets of antiquity, Wiltshire swaddled - steeped in ancient might, always has been master of its own destiny.
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Breaking the Mould

He watches her sleeping. 'Peas in a pod', they’d been...
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Emily, they tore down the ABC

Emily, they tore down the ABC where we went, every Friday You and Me, in the back row pretending to watch with glasses tinted in Technicolor, and reading each other in brail,
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The End Of The Rainbow

A kid who just won't go to sleep.....
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Stars and Stuff

Brass monkey weather – high on Dunstable Downs, spotting shooting stars.
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John

A brief portrait of an imagined man
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Death and the End of the World

I was taking a much needed break from a hard morning's filing
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Lonie74

redemption
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My Lady

My lady hides her precious face under the busiest thoroughfare, a conveniently frantic place where bustling humanity mostly fails to suspect her presence.
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Mr. Henderson's Class - Part 2

On Saturday afternoon a few students from Mr. Henderson’s class met in Anaka Clark’s basement. “Wow,” said Jordan. “Are these your Grandfather’s records?”
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So Much to Learn

A love story spun around TS Eliot's poem "Portrait of a Lady."
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Waterloo Sunset. Part Two

A police car and a screaming siren. The music for the last couple.

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